บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Mafia Don: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

FLORAAll I could see around me was darkness.And no, it wasn’t the peaceful kind when you were drifting to sleep. This one was heavy and thick, like it had been wrapped around me from the inside out. I couldn’t tell if my eyes were closed or if the world had simply gone black.My body felt weightless, yet I couldn’t move a muscle. Even thinking took effort. I didn’t know where I was, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was alive.Then came the silence. Not the type of silence you would hear in the middle of the night when you were alone in your bed, but a strange and empty kind of silence. The kind that would make you wonder if you’d slipped out of the world completely.I wanted to fight it and pull myself back up to the surface, but my limbs felt like they were being held down by something.And then I heard a sound that cut through the darkness immediately.Someone was crying.The sound was loud as it suddenly flitted into my ears. My chest clenched painfully.And then I heard anot

SOFIAI didn’t trust him. Not even a little.Lorenzo was sitting in the back seat now, with his arms crossed over his chest like he had nothing to prove. The sound of the tires on the road was the only sound between us for the first thirty minutes of the drive. We were headed toward Georgia, but I didn’t let myself forget that the man sitting at the back of the car had once been Dalia’s puppet.“Are you going to keep staring at me like that?” he finally asked, not even looking my way.“Like what?” I kept my voice cold, and my eyes fixed on the long stretch of road ahead.“Like you’re trying to figure out the fastest way to kill me.”I didn’t blink as I said, “That’s because I am.”His lips twitched into what might have been a smirk if there was any real humor behind it. “I told you, Sofia. I’m done with her. Dalia’s grip on me is gone. I’m not doing her bidding anymore. I want to help Dante and be his brother like I once was.”“People like Dalia don’t let go, Lorenzo,” I said. “If sh

DANTEMarcus’s voice was still ringing in my ears when I slammed the car into gear.The steering wheel groaned under my grip. My pulse hammered in my throat. The safe house was behind me now, but I could still see the empty cribs as clear as day. My daughter was gone. My son was probably terrified somewhere, and the one woman who had caused us nothing but trouble and nightmares since she’d appeared in our lives had slipped through my fingers again.We didn’t waste any time. Marcus had traced the faint signal from the hacked baby monitor; the one Dalia had taunted Flora through. We’d tracked it to a location deep in the old industrial district, a place where even gangs didn’t hang out anymore.When the GPS chimed that we’d arrived at our destination, a couple of words flashed up on the screen: St. Agnes Orphanage.I kept wondering why she had led us here, but I couldn’t get to the bottom of it. It seemed it had some sort of significance to Dalia, probably her childhood home or somethi

FLORAI didn’t press the button for the penthouse right away. My hand hovered over it for a moment before I forced myself to push it. The doors slid shut, sealing me in.The elevator ride felt too quiet. The mirrored walls made me feel like I was watching myself walk into danger.The soft music playing overhead didn’t match the pounding in my chest. I adjusted my coat again, feeling the gun digging into my skin. There was no turning back now.When the elevator doors slid open and I stepped out, I felt like I was walking into another world. I’d seen quite a bit of luxury hotels, but I’d never seen one decorated as tastefully as this one.On the floors of the hallway was a deep red carpet with gold accents along the edges. The walls were decorated with large impressionist paintings, beautiful bright chandeliers hung from the ceiling and an elegant wallpaper covered the walls.There was only one door at the end, and I immediately knew it was the penthouse.I knocked once. It opened slowl

DANTEThe blast from The Blues hotel lit up the Miami skyline like bright sunlight. The force of the explosion pushed through the air, rattling the windows of the car I was sitting in. Flames erupted from the penthouse level of the hotel, already spreading down the side of the building. I didn’t breathe.My hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles had already turned white.“Flora?” My voice came out sharper than I intended as I pressed the phone to my mouth. “Flora, where are you? Are you there?”Only static answered me.“Flora!” I yelled again, leaning forward like doing that would somehow push my voice through faster. But there was still nothing. My heart was pounding hard in my ears now. She had gone in there alone. And our daughter was there too. Dalia was supposed to die in that explosion, not them.“Come on,” I muttered. I shifted the car into gear and drove away. Every second that passed made my nervousness increase. My brain kept replaying the imag